Thinking about how fun it is to grow food with people you love, turn compost, cook, brew beer and wine, and drink together, it makes me feel like we’re on the cusp of a good life, a radically different way of living than how folks in the suburbs, or even in cities typically live. There is something refreshing about the collapse of capitalism, something liberating in the air.

We bike. We cook. We garden. We share love. We’re at least one model of what post-nuclear, post-capitalist, queer community might look like. And we’re fucking elegant, beautiful, and growing.

Just last night I realized my friend Eleanor was about leave town and I hadn’t had a chance to hang out with her outside of meetings for well over a week. I was cooking dinner for my sweetheart Hillary and she and I called Eleanor up. She and her sweetie Riley came over, ate chili, homemade bread, and greens. We laughed, shared, and loved. It was beautiful.

Today, I had lunch with my amazing friend Lynne, talked about love, and ate salad. Tonight I got together with a dozen amazing queers to fundraise for the Colorado Anti-Violence Program over dinner. The group of us raised our goal of $5,000 to help fight for the liberation of LGBTQ people in the state of Colorado. We’re trying to raise $50,000 this year and everybody’s doing what they can to chip in.  I’m super proud of all the folks who participated in the fundraising and all the donors who contributed.

After chatting with my friend Kelly for a couple hours after the phone bank, I biked home. There was a meeting wrapping up and a few of us sipped whiskey and shot the shit about gender, anti-capitalism, pagans, and schedules.

I’m mentioning all this because I’ve remembered something rather banal, but profound. Food and drink are two of the greatest organizing, romancing, community building tools. They keep us people grounded in our bodies, pleased in our guts, and can greatly impact our moods as we try to change world and change ourselves.

As we learn to love and fuck healthfully, as we revolt against the violence of this system, let’s keep being healthy in what we consume, who we consume it with, where it comes from, and how we enjoy each others company in communion. It’s a joyful, simple path, one to take for sure.

I have so much gratitude for the beautiful people in my life and all they teach me every day. It’s a beautiful, queer life and I’m happy to share it with so many fucking amazing lovers, queers, revolutionaries, and dreamers.